Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred

Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His Brother, Just As One Beauty Mortifies Another.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn.

Be Niggards Of Advice On No Pretense; For The Worst Avarice Is That Of Sense.

As With Narrow-necked Bottles; The Less They Have In Them, The More Noise They Make In Pouring Out.